The Way The Cookie Crumbled
Loving you at the start
Now, I believe we've grown a p a r t
Somehow- you couldn't disagree any more
Maybe loving me isn't a chore?
But if you so fancy
You can cuddle next-to-me
Eventually I'll find another guy
Once you slip and die
It will be no one's fault of course
So there shall be no remorse
This poem is about:
Me